मुंडकोपनिषद:
"द्वा सुपर्णा सयुजा सखाया
समानं वृक्षं परिषस्वजाते
।
तयारन्यः पिप्पलं स्वाद्वत्त्यश्रत्रन्यो अभिचाकशीति
॥"
Julian Barnes:
“...When he was sixteen, his brother Henri had died, at
which moment their father gave vent to a great howl of ‘He’s dead! He’s dead!’
Daudet was aware, he wrote later, of his own bifurcated response to the scene:
‘My first Me was in tears, but my second Me was thinking, “What a terrific cry!
It would be really good in the theatre!” ‘ From that point on he was ‘homo
duplex, homo duplex!’ ‘I’ve often thought about this dreadful duality. This
terrible second Me is always there, sitting in a chair watching, while the
first Me stands up, performs actions, lives, suffers, struggles away. This
second Me that I’ve never been able to get drunk, or make cry, or put to sleep.
And how much he sees into things! And how he mocks!’
‘The artist, to my way of thinking, is a monstrosity,
something outside nature,’ Flaubert wrote. Daudet certainly feels monstrous to
himself in these lines, almost revolted by the condition of being a writer.
Some writers succeed in putting the second Me to sleep, or getting it drunk;
others are less constantly aware of its presence; still others have an active
and effective second Me, yet an unworthy or tedious first one. Graham Greene’s
line about the writer needing a chip of ice in the heart is true; but if
there’s too much ice, or the chip cools down the heart, the second Me has
nothing – or nothing interesting – to observe....”
(Introduction to ‘In the Land of Pain’ by Alphonse Daudet)
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